Once again, Our Boomerang comes back.

25th December 2014.

Made Koh Lipe in just on four hours and found our old mooring from the last visit. It is secured to a huge piece of rock on the seabed. We sat back and had a few drinks and relaxed, it was good to be on holidays again with only one commitment, be at Bang Thao Bay in Phuket by Xmas to meet the Sandy’s and the Bonnies, not to hard you wouldn’t think.


Slipped into Lipe for some new phone sim cards, a feed at Fino’s, dropped in at the Elephant Bar to see the Banana Band boys and to say gidday to Pete at the Peace and Love Bar. I ate so much food I could not get a beer into me so we went home early.

This is where the fun starts, we were just tooting along in the dinghy back to Boomerang, dropped by another cat to say hello, a couple from Singapore, then we turned for home but where was it. We motored around a ferry but still no Boomerang, then we motored out a bit and there was a nice big Perry 57 that wasn’t there before, for a brief second I thought it was an early Xmas present, but it wasn’t, it was Ivory Street from Penang, by now the blood pressure is rising, not something I relish, I am thinking someone’s pinched it, then I am thinking that the new shackle I put on had come undone, then I am thinking oh well it is insured and then I am thinking I don’t care if its insured, I want her back. All this shit going on in my head, HORROR.                                                      At this time we noticed a couple of people waving vigorously at us so we shot over to their boat, it was Steve and Teena from Telaga, my hopes were rising and when they explained that they had watched Boomerang drift past them, missing all other boats and head out to sea on her Pat Malone I thought what, how long ago, about an hour, panic is setting in now big time as it is blowing it arse off, but Steve says don’t get to worried as its just out there somewhere you can see the anchor light, see out there, I looked and of course I could see the yella anchor light out in the distance. We took off in the dinghy and bashed our way out to her, and when we got there she was perfectly ok, amazing. We piled on and I started the engines just to be sure, she was weighed down at the nose so we went up to see what was going on, would you believe the whole fucking mooring is hanging off the bridle, it is true, unbelievable. So now it is strip off and get my flippers and goggles on and the Leatherman knife Muz and Kazza gave me then swim under the boat and start cutting the mooring away. Jen shone the torch from above and you could see the lump of rock about fifteen metres below, clear as. Cutting the rope was a bit of a mission as where I had to cut was about a metre below the surface and I had to keep finding where I was cutting every time I went back down with a new breath. The last strand about 8mm in diameter broke by it self and then the mooring went down and Boomerang went up with me hanging onto the bridle, Horror.  We then motored back to shore and anchored up, in 25 bloody metres so had all the chain we had in, it grabbed good. I had marked our spot where we found her and it was just on 1nm out to sea. How lucky was that.

Once back and settled I headed over to thank Steve and Teena, they reckoned it was so frustrating watching Boomerang drift by but once it was safely out of the mooring area it seemed to not be in too much peril. Then I had to mop up the carnage as they had rung Keith and Cath in Langkawi to get our number, KandC had called a resort on the beach they knew and had people looking for us on the beach, one bloke had Keith on his phone asking if Rod and Jen were here at the Peace and Love Bar and along the beach, before we got there, but no one let us know about it once we arrived, another lost in translation, Horror. It was an amazing effort by everyone and thank you all.

Goes to show it pays if sometimes you guts yourself to exploding on Larb Moo, Larb squid, Sweet and Sour pork, sticky rice and a couple of coconuts. If I could have fit a few beers in who knows what would have happened.

Next day we moved to Koh Adang as we didn’t clear in on Koh Lipe because we would then have to clear out from there when we left for a visa run. We would just wait for a weather opportunity and head to Ao Chalong to do the paperwork.

Found our old mooring, dived on it and did some repairs before deciding it was safe, the hauser from the float had the outer strands damaged so made myself up a sling so it was doubled up and safe as houses. At this point the weather turned to shit.


We visited the neighbours, Steve and Teena, they visited us with an excellent bloke from Germany, Thomas, who was waiting for his wife and daughter to arrive at Koh Lipe. Bit of a blinder.

Our ETD was not looking real flash, to the north we had 20kns NE with 1 to 2metre swell at 4 seconds or windy and choppy as on the nose, bit like a washing machine, so we waited.

My main task each day was to take the dinghy down to the SW tip of Adang and hit the internet for weather, good old favourites, Buoyweather and Passageweather, both showing pretty much the same with Buoyweather indicating a bit stronger winds, in Indonesia if Buoyweather said 15kns it was going to blow 25kns so we waited.

Then the internet ran out so a mercy dash back across the channel to Koh Lipe, which was out of control bouncing around and hanging on, a brisk walk into town found my mate the phone top up guru at the 7/11 and filled up. Also bought another sim card, AIS this time as the dtac was sometimes a bit sketchy. I am not sure about other people but we end up with so many different sim cards it is not funny, so a cull was needed and in the end we had my old iPad and Jens Samsung phone all with credit coming out of their slots.


By the time I got back to the dinghy it was time to have a well earned beer, only one as I only had 100bart left, dickhead, but then departed with a brief catch up with Persian Sands, another Perry 43 from Broome, whilst talking to Pete The InvestigatorII sailed past, Hubert and Jasmine, who both Pete and I know well.

The ride back across the channel was heaps better, riding down the waves instead of up them this time, I caught up with Hubert and guided him in to a anchoring spot behind us. Good to see these guys again, although the Bloody Mary’s were guaranteed to be strong.


Had a good night on Investigator, Hubert as usual the perfect host, I spilt some tomato juice on the new teak so I was banished to be served upon only, don’t you dare try to pour anything was the call. Then I kicked my beer over, horror.

Next morning was Xmas, opened our pressies from home, got books, money, shortbread and something else but can’t remember at the present moment what it was, it was great being able to have a surprise though. Wine glasses was the other things. Cheers Family.


We went down to our local internet café and rang and emailed everyone from the dinghy, it was great to talk with everyone even over the outboard noise as we had to shift due to oyster encrusted rocks every few minutes, they were all sorted with breakfast and lunch organized, checked the weather, tomorrow it is, yeeha.

Had a nice dive with Hubert and the new speargun which is 3 from 4 in the killing stakes, I can even load it quite easily, the other one was so hard to do. Got two parroties and another don’t know its name.


When we were here just over a month ago there were fish everywhere, we had been watching the locals diving daily and now it is slim pickings, wankers have cleaned it out. Pointed out a stone fish, a small crayfish and a couple of pencil fish to Hubert along the way. We did the top of the tide thing and with no real effort we had probably covered a mile up and back.


Filleted it all up and we now had our Xmas BBQ food for later. Our Xmas brunch was Sailors beef sausages on sticks, dipped into a blend of Indian mango pickle, some mustard from the Andaman and a bit of tomato sauce. Jen even put tomatoes on sticks, she’s an ideas girl.


We all met on the beach for a BBQ late in the arvo, time enough for Frisbee, which I am still pretty crap at but getting a bit better, Steve was an old pro, then followed by crab races. We met Thomas’s wife and daughter, can’t possibly try to spell their names, Soph, the newly named daughter, helped Jen collect a bag full of hermit crabs and they set up a track and it was all go. Teena seemed to have bet heavily as her excitement levels rose to fever pitch, but it was a track for Soph and the smaller crabs on the day. After an action packed card the crabs were let go and more wine and beer were drunk.


Soph was tending the fire like a seasoned pro and Steve made a bed of coals for the potatoes in alfoil.

In the end Thomas and his mob went back to their boat, so did Steve and Teena for a roast chicken, eating late again, and we had the fillets with garlic, salt and pepper and a drizzle of coconut oil wrapped in foil.


Have lost our BBQ plate thing, last seen Telaga on back step of boat. Bugger.


Jen had some of her Yoghurt and garlic jizz which went superb with the spuds and the fish was really nice and soft, Jasmine reckons it was perfect, she even had 2 serves, she is a very easily pleased girl. She explained that where they are from in Austria, all the fish tasted really fishy so they didn’t eat it, I know the taste she means.


We hung around for a few wines and beers sitting around our camp fire listening to geckos in the jungle surrounding us, Hubert was knowledgeable on these little critters and when you listen you can here them puffing themselves up and then letting rip with four or maybe five GE-KO noises they are famous for.

As the fire got lower so did our lighting level and the time to pack up had come, all in all a pretty good Xmas was 2014.


Merry Xmas from SV Boomerang and her Captain and Crew.

Thai me up, Thai me down.

14th November 2014.

Motor sailed over into Thailand, I got tell you though, there would not be 10 square metres of ocean without a bit of shit floating around in it. It is shocking, foam, thongs, plastic bags you name it.

We rolled up to Sunset beach and anchored up as all the moorings were gone. The water is so clear, heaps of fish and even a bit refreshing.


Brian and Lyn headed for Immigration as they were diving first thing, we hung out on the boat to check anchor and get covers all set up. Then a mooring came available so we jumped to it. Good mooring, new rope and fixed to a pretty big lump of rock 10 metres down. By this time it was sunset and we were at sunset beach, nice pink and grey setting. We hit the beach for dinner at the divers bar restaurant, not bad food, a bit tame if you ask me but nice all the same. The Breezies left and we went next door, The Boom Boom Bar, a place that Keith and Cath had told us all about, sadly guys, Mr Mann has passed away from cancer.


It proved to be our undoing with a pretty hooting hangover next morning, can remember not having any money left but that was no problem, come back tomorrow, good way of getting repeat business. We went into shore around lunch and went to pay the bill, no one knew how much it was, cracked me up, just come back later, OK.

Our first assault on town was done under extreme fire, I started in fine form, trying to get back on the dinghy to tie it off properly I fell backwards off it into the water, in my neat clothes ready to impress Immigration, everyone except Brian and Lyn saw it, Jen pissed herself, so I now had to hope I was dry by the time I got to town. The walk started out OK but soon we were out on a dusty old street, sun blazing down and hungover like bastards, all Jens Joviality had deserted her and she was now walking trancelike behind me, falling further back with every step. Should have in hindsight got a taxi, thought the walk would do us good. Not much harmony around.

Town is really quite nice with a blue concrete road flowing down and fingering off through it. The main drag is called Walking Street and it ends at the beach. Restaurants, bars, shops line this blue road and it has a very nice feel to it.


The Peace and Love Bar is a good spot for a beer, no food so not so busy, Peter and family are excellent crew and their bar is dog friendly, couple of times more dogs than people. Funny to watch as they muck around with ropes, bits of wood and the occasional dinghy.


We have been going to the Longtail Bar on Walking Street, has an elephant sign out front and a longtail boat cut in half as the bar, good place. They have live music by The Banana Band, which happens to be The Breezies dive instructor, Brandon on the drum box, a Swiss bloke by the name of Roman on piano which he rests across his knees and a local bloke Yaman on guitar, they are joined by anyone else who can sing or play an instrument and do requests although I haven’t heard them do any. Heard plenty called out from the crowd. They are really good and do a really good version of Hotel California, it is real fast so it is over and done with in the time it takes to finish a Leo, which is an excellent beer, also a pretty good way to listen to that bloody song.


We have had a few meals at Fino, Thai food done filthy, they love us, as soon as they see you they call out, “come in larb moo come in sticky rice come in coconut”. We have had larb moo four times now, absolutely superb. We also had some tacos at the Mexican that were finger licking good.

We were sitting out the front of The Peace and Love Bar having a beer one arvo when all of a sudden all hell breaks loose, dog fight, and they timed it just as a group of about a dozen Korean or Japs walked past, with nowhere to go the poor buggers all ran into the ocean and in the melee that followed they have just about all got wet, in their going out clothes, some just gave up and wallowed in the shallows, pretty funny, well it was to me and Jen anyway.

Up early today and headed to the island above Koh Lipe, Koh Adang, as the bay in which we were staying, Pattaya Bay, is full and I am pretty sure there will be an exodus today as the weather is going to turn a bit blowy from the NE at 20 knots so Koh Adang looks good.

The Breezies are there and so is Deane and Yanina on Tropical Soul, a Wedding Cake 410, sorry I mean Lagoon 410. We first came across these guys at Rebak Island Marina.


I went for a snorkel on supposedly the best reef this morning, some specy soft coral and saw a couple of Juvenile Tiger fish, pretty good thing to see live, they just kind of float around a bit like sea horses. Did the usual crushing of sea urchins, that gets some feeding frenzy action happening, lots of them on this reef which is a bad sign according to the not to shabby marine biologist at Datai Bay, their presence shows water quality is on the decline. Geez the fish go hard when they detect a flaw in their protective spines, must taste good. There is some really nice soft coral, purple and mauve that make the place look a bit like a garden.


Barbie on the beach with six other couples, we had snaggers with sticks in them, just how the Thais do it down Walking Street, potatoes in the coals and onions in alfoil. Good feast, Sailors Meats must be doing a roaring trade with the yachties as nearly everyone had something bought from them.

As it was Deane and Yanina’s second anniversary we had fireworks to go home to, not bad but starting to run low now.


Getting up was a bit of a mission, especially when you have to mix some fuel, refuel dinghy, get all the shit together, have breakfast, all this before 0730 which was our EDT for the circumnavigation of Koh Rawi, the North Western Island in the Butang Group. I had looked at the map and thought about seven to ten miles, didn’t really pay to much attention, should have, although nothing went wrong, 20nm and six hours later we finally got back to Boomerang.


We were about fifteen minutes late to get going but The Breezies and Deane and Yanina weren’t too fussed, we then headed for the Northern tip in not real flash conditions, bit bouncy but once there we had a following sea so not to bad, some good waterfalls along this coast, one that spills into the ocean.

One of the many bays we checked out has a river mouth that would be unreal to see in full flood, The area behind the sand bar is quite large, the river would go a mile or so in between pretty big mountains so when it is pissing down there would be a lot of water trying to squeeze out the 15 metre entrance. Not sure what season that is but I would come again to see that happen for sure.

We kept on going and once around about the fouth headland it was smooth sailing all the way to the bay we had set out for in the beginning. Big sand beach, nice clear water, good spot for a swim and a relax after the sometimes bumpy trip there. The top of the beaches is littered with so much crap, found a few balls and a hunk of wood which made a good cricket bat.


We came through Alert Passage and headed for a diving spot that is on the corner, the current was hongin through, and they have installed ropes that you can pull yourself along as you can’t swim against it. Jen sat this one out but was rewarded with some near death by drowning tourist action. A longtail pulled in and the punters, Japs, proceeded to remove life jackets, put on goggles and snorkel, no flippers, then jump in. Once in the water they all got swept into the corner but luckily they got caught by the rope and Deane and Yanina where it did a Y, The guide then went about rescuing them, swimming over and dragging them out one at a time. Yanina saved the lifebuoy ring as it floated past her, the whole lot of them were shitting themselves and thankfully no one drowned. I am at a loss as to why no flippers.


The clarity at this spot with that much water flowing was amazing, my favourite dive so far. Heaps of fish and all the coral was opened up and feeding. Colours like you wouldn’t believe, it was great.

Next thing I know Lyn is trying to get my attention as our dinghy has done a runner with Jen in it, so swim over to it with the current, got there in no time, still reckon something dodgy going on as it was a bowline, perhaps it was time to leave, cant get to the bottom of it, Jens lips are zipped.

We continued around past some more bays, one is meant to have the best beach in the Group, not today though. There was a nice big eagle circling over us and gliding up the cliff faces. From here was a bash into the wind back to the Rangers Station where we had Papaya salad, sticky rice and Chang beer. Good tucker.

Got Brian on a swing hanging in one of the trees, check this out.

We had a bit of fun with some thieving monkeys and then headed back to the boats for a last bash across open water to the anchorage at Koh Adang. Big bloody day.

Later on I had a good crash coming home from Frisbee practice, I am so crap at it, stepping off the dinghy I somehow missed the bottom step and just fell onto it, then almost sliding off the back into the drink. Couple of Brufen 600’s and that was enough for one day.

Everyone departed today and left us to it, good to have it by ourselves, we had planned to dinghy to Koh Lipe for email and weather and after bacon and eggs on toast for breakfast we were primed. Trying also to find Jen a new pair of goggles, Brandon has given us tips, low profile skirt, strap should come from the skirt not the frame that holds the glass, when you have a look at them on the shelf you see straight away what he means. The poor girl in the shop, we tried on heaps of them and ended up with them all over the joint, they must be put back where they came from now she said, we bolted.


A quick larb and rice at Fino’s, couple of beers with Anan and See at the Boom Boom Bar and we were ready for home. Looks like the Boom Boom Bar is closing to make way for more accommodation, I don’t have a problem with expanding the place but losing beach bars like this is a real shame. It will end up like Langkawi with bugger all places on the beach to have a beer and a cheap meal. It is definitely not cheap to eat here anyway. Hows this young fella, playing on the main street of town, pearler.


Spent the arvo squidding, caught two, need smaller jigs, put it on the list. There is so much squid but they are small and require small 2 gram jigs, we had a few but must have given them to Captain Rss when we left Pulau Banyack, he used to look at and touch them every time he came aboard, without fail.

We even got the flood light out, heaps of squid but they are scared of the jig that is about the same size as them.

Speaking of the devil, Jen found one of the small jigs with squid action straight away so you got to be happy about that. It was right in front of us the whole time.

Had a rough old night with a bit of swell rolling through and we have now moved from neap to spring tides so if there is enough wind to blow us sideways to the tide or vice versa it gets a bit rolly, even in a cat, the mono down the road is rolling like nothing else. Beautiful morning though, bit overcast and a bit of breeze. Looks like bacon and eggs on the barbie again, doing it hard.

Timed the tide right, jumped in and swam about fifty metres to the start of the coral, then with the tide with us we snorkeled south half a mile or so in about two metres and when the tide changed back we came in about five metres which then drops off to ten pretty quick.


Lots of fish, all the culprits from Indo are here plus many more. Morey Eels are about in numbers, shockin lookin things and we came across the killing of a clam by fish. They were just attacking it, even swimming inside it having a chomp and then escaping, I think the clam was rooted anyway as it wasn’t trying to stop them. We were in the water for a couple of hours and felt great when we got out, good snorkel, Kim Hughes and Wal would be proud.

Rounded up all our rubbish, not too much for a week or so, but worth a fire anyway, anything for a reason to sit on a beach, under a tree, fire roaring and having a beer.


We have watched the final of the Different Strokes latest series, awesome, the Murder In Paradise latest offerings are as always, excellent. Peter Temple’s Jack Irish shows, Bad Debts and Black Tide are really good Australian movies. Black Flag, a pirate series is pretty good to.

Have been knocking off all the Ian Rankin books I can get my hands on, his latest is a book of short stories called The Beat Goes On is a ripper, just like all his others, getting to be one of my favourite writers.

The Breezies came back from a couple of nights on Lipe to once again join us, chopped up probably a kilo of fillet steak into strips and BBQ’d it on sticks, our new eating implement. They were deluxe and with Lyn’s Greek salad, Jens pickled onions and a few bottles of wine a good night happened. Next day was a bit sluggish with hair of the dog being after dark, we did a dinghy run to go to the closing of the Boom Boom Bar but when we got there they had already closed it up and had been pulling the place to pieces, very sad.

Had a feast at the divers bar, ended up with an extra larb moo, bummer hey, deep fried fish in ginger and peppers would have to be the best thing we have had since we got here.

Set ourselves a good mission getting home, pitch black, rough as but at least it was only 4 or 5 miles. Made it with flying colours, Brian said hang around I will get some wine and came back with a couple of bottles of red, blurrr.


Departed our mooring of over a week at 1100 and headed out to the Western Islands, Koh Butang being the largest. Found a couple of moorings and went for a dive. Different coral again, hard coral this time but pretty flash and good fish to be seen. Also found treasure but am not telling you what it is, just that in Asia I cant believe there is any left.


Got back to the boat just in time to get the mooring off and bolt for a more protected anchorage, within ten minutes it was 15 to 20kns and swelly as, the sky went black so we were pretty happy to pick up a couple of moorings on the North side of Koh Butang as it is bloody deep. These moorings were in 35 metres and didn’t have the usual red buoy just some hunks of foam. Our life on the mooring was short lived as the owner in his bloody big fishing boat pulled up and gave us our marching orders. It was at this stage that the storm was at it’s best and we had nowhere to stay so bugger it back to Koh Lipe, bit rough but seen worse, there was shit everywhere out the back but never spilt a drop, lucky to as Jen opened the Cloudy Bay Sav Blanc, more a sitting down sipping wine but it has many qualities and is still really nice with wind and waves all around our outdoor tasting room. Needless to say, it was really good, at first sip or perhaps slosh I knew it was not one of the wines we have been quaffing over the last week or so, very fruity is all I will say as not to sure what it was like on the nose, perhaps a hint of the sea.

The mint plant copped a wave over the side, it was swimming in salt water so I guess that will be the end of that, it was just starting to get going too.


We motored into the anchorage at Sunset beach, first attempt was a mooring Brian had spotted, as we approached it Jen yells out ,”it has got a name on it”, What is the name? “Max something” Who? Max Ton”, then it spun around some more to show a number 3. Just about pissed myself.

We dropped anchor and kicked back for our second last night. A bit rocky. Jen got the Wahoo out the freezer and we had green mango salad with pan fried hunks of Wahoo, not to bad, in fact finger lickin good, could also be called plate licking good.

This morning we motored around to Pattaya Beach, picked up a mooring and came to town for some breakfast and good WIFI which is a bit iffy here. Ended up in Papaya Mom’s and had Top Man Koong, Pad Thai Omelette, couple of new coconuts and finished off with Larb Moo spicy with sticky rice, what a breakfast.

Sitting now at the Bundhaya Resort with wifi, the weather is balmy, chicks wandering around in the nick, blokes are clothed, on to my second freezing cold Leo and I am chockers, what more could you ask for, how about you? Much the same I reckon.





Telaga Happenings

7th November 2014.

Back in sunny Langkawi along with Keith’s brother Clive who was on the same planes as me back from Perth. My bike was where I left it in the area set aside for taxi drivers and it started so alls good.


A pretty uneventful week although had a couple of highlights, we went to the Pause for Paws show at the Eagle Rock bar at Pantai Tengah, all the best bands from KL were here and there are some beauties, one had a huge bloke playing the acoustic guitar, it looked like a ukulele on him, he had it up high above his belly and liked to wave his arms around, he was bloody good. Drinks were a killer though, rm50 for a beer and a gin and tonic, four rounds and we were broke. Then along came Bond, hot bottle of Hardy’s Sav Blanc and some ice and we sat out on the boardwalk getting a shine on.

Had this big local bloke, owned a boat, a restaurant, a house and a great big black Harley Davidson, which he offered me the keys, thought for a sec but then thought better of it. He was pretty big on himself sprouting on about his money. Keith and Cath and Clive were boogying all night long.


We had Bollywood come to town, Telaga Harbour Marina that is, full stage production with dancers and stuff, I went and sat out on the side smoking a cigar and having a beer but after a few takes they pretty much told me to piss off back inside, Boomerang is quite possibly a prop for this lavish production. Fame and fortune follows us everywhere. The chick was hot, the boys from Mahurajha’s agree.


Boomerang is in the background to this wedding shot as well.


Koh Lipe is calling so we have been getting Boomerang ready for departure, she is looking good, all polished and the props all done so just need the weather and away it will be. Had planned on Saturday but it blew its arse off, also the Breezies are back so we have decided to wait for them as well. They are doing a dive course on Lipe as where they went to do it a couple of weeks ago had no vis.

We have been hitting Shin Mi a fair bit, in fact they gave us a discount the other day, unbelievable. Had a steamed muddy in soy the other night that was absolutely delicious. We went for tea at Shin Mi with a group of yachties and over the course of the meal the subject came around to fire crackers, I didn’t even start it, I was telling our story of letting off crackers through the Kimberley and all of a sudden this women goes “that’s where I have seen Boomerang, I knew I had seen you somewhere.” When we anchored up in Parry Harbour one evening with Chris and Woodsy back in 2011 we had let some rippers go, there were two other boats in the place, one was Opal Lady and the other was Lazy Bones which happened to be the guys I was sitting next too. Pretty small world.

Also had a great lunch feast at Teo’s, Curry crab, spewing though as just as he had chopped it up along came a bloke with another foam box full of freshy’s, couple of rippers amongst it, next time I will ask before I choose.


All this good food has got the blood pressure a bit erratic so I went to the Langkawi Hospital for a check up the other day. Most people say how crap this place is but it cost me rm50 for an ECG and they monitored me until the BP came good. Dr Li asked me how long I have been here, said a couple of months, she then asked if I eat local food, Yep, drink beer, Yep, well perhaps I should slow down a bit on both, so I have and alls good. Can’t believe it was to many crabs, although I do wake up just about every morning thinking how I can get my hands on one. I reckon it is the beer, but don’t tell anyone.

Jeffery bought his boat around to Telaga and I went out and helped him bring it in to his berth, climbed aboard and felt like a spaz, rockin and rollin, monohulls who would want one. We got him into B19 easy as and he is now happily going through his job list getting her ready for fun. I had a look at his genset the other day and tried to flash it, got to 70 volts then the smoke came out, we have now pulled it to pieces and he will need to get the bits sorted as we are going on holidays tomorrow. Horror, the last thing I need is work related stress.


Had and excellent sing along with K&C&C for Clive’s last night, The Breezies came too, he is a pretty good guitar player and singer to boot. It was really nice to meet Clive and I reckon he had a ball with his older brother, don’t think it will be 8 years between drinks next time.


Was waiting for the motor rewinder to come and check out Jeffery’s genset but he rang, “had an accident”, so that was us, packed hose and lead away then headed over to the fuel dock and stuck 150litres in, probably could have got away without any but might need the genset for the air conditioner, pretty sticky at night and if it rains and you cant leave the hatches open your stuffed.

Left Telaga around 1130 and headed out for Koh Lipe, about 25nm and our home for the next fortnight, Thai food done proper, can’t wait.

BEEEEEP, horror, the starboard engine alarms going off. Have not even made it 100 metres out from the entrance to Telaga, shut it down and shifted all the surfboards and crap, then the mattress, then tried to find my stick for holding the engine hatch open which was now living in the dinghy, good place for it not, luckily the string we used when overhauling the fuel pump was handy. Climbed in and the first thing I see is a bottle of coolant, did I or didn’t I, well obviously I didn’t top up the coolant after changing the engine mounts, Rod is a wanker, Jen was going what’s wrong? Just mumbled you drive, follow The Breezies and avoided eye contact, filled it up and away we go. Shaking my head at no one in particular, WHAT A WANKER.